Some Stories  - ListenHere      

There's another one sometimes somewhere, 

there's another time to show

where we have sometimes been 

to where we think we'd go.

And here's another railway station, 

place where the train must hold.

A moment to rest, tracks there waiting, 

some stories take time to fold.

Over and over, your voice rolls over, 

down into the floor below

where ceilings whisper their beginnings, 

show me your new point of view.

Take me, take me in your arms race, 

escalate these rendezvous 

and walk me through the shadowed valleys, 

slip me out of these old shoes.

And here's another railway station, 

place where the train must hold.

A moment to rest, the tracks there waiting, 

some stories take time to fold.

There, there, there is an answer—

someone must surely know you feel.

But here, here are no answers, 

here's where some stories are real.